[Intro]

If all that I've learned is all I know

I don't really think I'm ever getting sober

You told me to take a Tylenol

But there's still nails in the back of my head

[Verse 1]

Wanna be a dumb popstar

And hit on your mom like Iggy and the Stooges

Play a show for your brother

And they'd all say "Holy shit, we love her"

[Pre-Chorus]

More and more, been thinking about leaving you

And more and more, been learning how to write the blues

[Verse 2]

Wanna leave this nowhere town

And get on a jetplane pointed at Atlanta

Maybe bang a supermodel

And make some kids that believe in Santa

[Pre-Chorus]

More and more, been thinking about getting away

And more and more, been thinking about how to say that

[Chorus]

Goddamn, it's getting cold

Goddamn, I'm getting old

Learning how to tie my shoes

How to not to cry and read the news

Goddamn, getting pretty sick of you

[Interlude]

1, 2, 3, 4

[Verse 3]

Wanna write a real good song

About falling in love or going to college

But I'd fucking key every car at UCLA

If given the option

[Verse 4]

You work as a waitress

And I work as a waitress

And maybe this time next year

You'll be working as a waitress somewhere else

[Interlude]

AHHHHH

[Chorus]

Goddamn, I'm getting cold

Goddamn, I'm getting old

Learning how to tie my shoes

How not to cry and read the news

Goddamn, getting pretty sick of you

[Outro]

Getting pretty sick of you

I'm getting pretty sick of you